round here Whooaaa This is my black right here This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block
This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" Ohaaaaaa We run things round here Whooaaa This is my
is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" Ohaaaaaa We run things round here Whooaaa This is my
muthafuckin' split cha (3x) Second Verse: [B.G.] Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
got my flag on so you know I be Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know I be flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you
where we come from. Sun come shinin', Equinox rhymin', Layzie perfect timin', grab my gun! Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.
, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] I'm foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome to my hood), let's go, remix, remix
nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols, To jacking this missiles To stacking my crystals Now my
to learn the game before you try to play" [talking behind the Chorus: Bun B] Statik Selektah [Verse 1: Bun B] It's Bun B, I'm reppin P-A-T Port Arthur
the East coast and holla at Hov' I'm a balla Fuck with Balla's My Peers are top notch We toss girls up don't know how to cock block Lil Jay my road dog
jewelery and holdin' myself down Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest My city is the trillest and my
my gun Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money, get your paper Elevate like my nigga DMX Here's a prayer,
'ma fracture it My mind is wanderin', I can't find it But ten times outta ten, my mind on the money Bandana around my head like I know karate And I'll
a Texas thing Ghea, you know like Bun B, I gotta keep it trill I told Johnny, Bow Wow want that ice in his grill Ghea, you know like Bun B, I gotta
shit While I proceed to win and shake the game like (?) It's Gudda (Chorus) (Bun B) We up in Harlem on some rock Diddy poppin' in my Sean John Tryna
' Want it simply put? You can't rip me When I spit for the set, everyone free I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free Word up to my man Bun B, what?
didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling up on the side of me, side of me [Verse 1 - Bun B] Man I'm a real
To My Stack But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back Chorus You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time She Know I
